Novels by Marvy

Rachel’s Point of ViewLucas led me to one of the smaller sitting rooms near the east wing of the mansion. Unlike the operations room, this place was quiet, no screens, no security updates, no voices discussing threats and enemies. Just silence.A silence I suddenly found harder to handle, Lucas closed the door behind us but remained standing several feet away. For the first time since I had known him, he looked uncertain.Lucas Grant had always been confident, even when we were younger, he was the person who would smile during difficult moments and convince everyone that things would work out.But today, he looked like a man who had accepted that he might lose something important. And somehow, that hurt more, “Rachel…” I looked at him, “I’m sorry.” he said. My eyebrows pulled together, “For what?”“For putting you in this position.” he answered. I stayed quiet. He continued, “I shouldn’t have confessed when your life is already falling apart.”“Lucas…” i called “No, let me finish.

Rachel’s Point of ViewThe video began playing. For several seconds, the screen remained completely black, nobody moved, and nobody spoke. The entire operations room felt like it was holding its breath.Then a faint crackling sound filled the speakers, an image slowly appeared, the moment I saw her face, my entire world stopped. My mother, Evelyn Raphael.She sat in what looked like a small, unfamiliar room. The lighting was dim, almost as if she had recorded the message somewhere she didn’t want anyone to find.She looked older than the woman in my memories. There were shadows beneath her eyes, and her normally elegant appearance had been replaced by something simpler.But her expression, that was still my mother. Calm, and determined. Like she had already accepted whatever battle she was preparing for.My hand moved toward my mouth before I realized it, “Mom…” The word escaped quietly. Matthew glanced at me, I did not look at him, I could not. My eyes were fixed on the screen, afte

Rachel’s Point of ViewThe question lingered between us, “Would you have ever chosen me?”I stared at our joined hands, searching for an answer that refused to come. A few months ago, I probably would have answered without hesitation.Back then, my future had not been tangled in secrets, hidden tunnels, encrypted videos, and men willing to kill for whatever my mother had left behind.Back then, Matthew Kane had simply been the ruthless businessman I had been forced to marry. But nothing was that simple anymore, I slowly lifted my eyes to Lucas, “I do not know.”The words came out barely above a whisper. His shoulders dropped ever so slightly, but he did not let go of my hand, “I wish I could give you a better answer.”“I know,” he replied.“My life has changed.” I said. “I know.” He replied. “I have changed.” I said. That confession surprised me as much as it seemed to surprise him, because it was true. The woman I had been before this marriage felt like someone I barely recognized

Rachel’s Point of ViewThe mansion no longer felt like a home, it felt like a fortress.When I woke the following morning, I found two additional guards stationed outside my bedroom door. As I walked downstairs, I noticed more security officers patrolling the corridors than I had ever seen before. Every entrance was monitored, every visitor was searched twice before being allowed through the gates.The tiny tracker discovered beneath one of the convoy SUVs had changed everything.Someone had not just attacked us, someone had followed us, and worse they had known exactly where we were going. The thought lingered in the back of my mind as I entered the estate library, carrying a cup of untouched coffee.Matthew had already left before sunrise. Antonio had come for him shortly after dawn, informing him that the cybersecurity team had traced the tracker signal to multiple relay points scattered across the city.They were holding an emergency strategy meeting with the company’s intelligenc

Rachel’s Point of ViewBy the time we reached one of Matthew’s secure safe houses on the outskirts of the city, night had begun to settle over the skyline. The building looked ordinary from the outside.A modest two-story estate hidden behind tall stone walls, nothing about it suggested it belonged to one of the most powerful men in the country.I had learned that was Matthew’s way, the safest places rarely looked important. The convoy rolled through the gates before they immediately closed behind us.Armed guards swept the perimeter while technicians carried evidence cases inside, the wooden box from the church disappeared into the estate’s forensic room under heavy escort.No one took chances anymore, not after today’s attack.Antonio checked his watch before turning to Matthew, “I need to coordinate with the cyber team.” he said.Matthew nodded, “Go.” he said. “I will have the next decryption report within the hour,” Antonio said.Without another word, Antonio disappeared down a h

Rachel’s Point of ViewThe inside of the SUV became painfully quiet.Antonio’s words continued echoing inside my head long after he stopped speaking, “A list of names… and yours is at the very top.”For a second, I forgot how to breathe, I stared at him across the vehicle, waiting for him to smile, to tell me he had misunderstood the files, to say there had been some mistake during the decryption, but he did not. His expression remained grave, Matthew’s did not change either, he was already thinking three moves ahead, “What else?” Matthew asked evenly. Antonio glanced at the tablet resting on his lap before shaking his head, “Nothing yet, the rest of the file is still encrypted.” he said. Matthew gave one short nod, “No one outside the inner circle sees that list.” he ordered. Antonio understood immediately, “I will lock the servers.”“I want every backup disconnected from the network,” Matthew said. “It will be done,” Antonio replied. “The forensic team?” Matthew asked. “They